MTL - Right on Target-Chapter 21 flying head

A huge shadow covering the sky and the earth passed by the dense clouds. It was menacing, with a heavy and noisy sound, as if tens of thousands of people were fighting. But the thick clouds were thick, and Su Heting's modified eyes couldn't see what it was.

Xiao Gu carried the wind with both arms: "The **** is not avenging his own private revenge, is he?!"

"Endless..." Su Heting's hood was blown by the strong wind, strangling his neck, as if someone was holding him. He amplified his voice: "Why isn't this **** dead yet!"

"It can be refreshed," Yu Cheng hurriedly supported his glasses, "it can't die!"

The strong wind is raging everywhere, like a hyena in the night, tearing everything around.

The mechanical **** overlooked the night, having had enough of his addiction to domineering. It wants to avenge the inspector's headshot on itself, but it has to follow the program arrangement of the Lord God system and cannot act without authorization.

The number of deaths tonight has reached the standard, and the red light must be turned on. Daylight is the time when gods and demons are forbidden to hunt, and the mechanical **** must issue the ban before sunrise.

Perhaps the giant shadow had been entrenched on the cloud for too long, and the inspector noticed it. He put the pen back into his pocket, and his eyes did not stay on the mechanical **** for a second.

The mechanical **** hated the inspector's calmness, and also hated the inspector's ignorance, but the red on the gourd of its cover had already lit up, indicating that it was time tonight.

The **** let out a cold snort, and waited until the red had completely covered his face, then proudly raised his hand and said, "Stop!"

It was glowing red all over, like a command tower shining on the top of a building. The torrential rain and the wind seemed to be waiting for these words, and as the sound of "stop" resounded throughout the area, the wind and rain suddenly turned into a calm, retreating into the darkness together with the gloomy and lifeless atmosphere, leaving behind a place of wreckage.

"It will take a while for the light to come on," Dongfang saw that Su Heting was still staring at the sky, thinking he was waiting for the sun, "It's over when the red light is on, and you can rest."

"Hmm..." Su Heting withdrew his gaze from looking for the giant shadow, and pointed to the sky, "Are you still fighting in the air?"

"I haven't played much. The chance of God appearing is very small. Our team..." In the middle of speaking in the East, he thought of something and started to deal with it indiscriminately. "I will tell you when I meet it later."

after?

Su Heting looked strange: "Are you so sure that I will come?"

The penalty area is like a massacre game played by the main **** system on a whim. Su Heting is a survivor who has escaped from the light track area. There is no need to continue to take risks here, he can run when he is offline. Although whether he can run away is a question mark, Dongfang's attitude towards him is also too trusting.

Dongfang was not as flustered as Yu Cheng. He grabbed his hair and laughed familiarly: "Xing Tian cares about you, so he won't let you go so easily. Anyway, if you come a few more times and communicate with us, everyone will become familiar with each other It's... yes, sir!"

The officer was pulling the heads from the bodies of the bored, all with hair, tied on the chains of the bored, like necklaces strung together.

As soon as the heads heard "Sir", they looked sad and shouted: "Sir! Sir!"

"These heads are called Flying Head Liaozi," Yu Cheng finished his previous words, and compared his head to Su Heting, "They don't have a body, they only have heads, and they fly around like drones every day, and they have good night vision , know a lot. Anorexia often catches them and hangs them on the chest as a radio."

They hate light and love light, and they are prone to depression when walking at night. It may be to prevent them from growing bigger and running away on their own, so they have flying heads. These flying-headed tusks fly around all day long, like to peep and listen to walls, like to record other people's privacy, and whisper in the middle of the night. They share an information memory, can communicate with each other, and have no secrets between each other.

— is a nuisance.

"The car is scrapped," Xiao Gu squatted aside, and said regretfully, "I have to steal another one. Cat, will you come with me?"

Su Heting had a hard time asking: "Can you give me money?"

"Don't be so ostentatious," Xiao Gu clasped his fists, with a pitiful look on his face, pretending casually with his eight or nine-year-old skin, "Please, big brother, we can't move a single step without a car."

Su Heting said: "Don't you have guns, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Gu blinked: "I have short legs, so I can't step on the accelerator."

Su Heting: "..."

When Su Heting left with Xiao Gu, there was already a twilight in the sky, and a clear breath of the morning after the rain came over his face.

The inspector threw the arm-thick chain on the ground, and stepped on one of the flying-headed tusks with his foot.

Feitou Liaozi didn't dare to shake his head, crying and shouting: "Don't behead, don't behead!"

The inspector didn't speak, just stepped on its face.

Feitou Liaozi's slightly protruding eyeballs were bloodshot, and the back of his head felt cold under the inspector's gaze. It knows who the inspector is, and because it knows, it is afraid. Its lips were blue, white and black, and it no longer yelled, and only dared to open it when it cried.

The inspector leaned over, his figure enveloped Flying Head Liaozi, his voice was not warm in the early morning silence: "Are you following 016?"

Feitou Liaozi was trampled in pain, blood flushed on his face, his brows were tightly knit, and his eyes rolled around. It cried: "Don't dare! We are not tailgating, we met that team by chance and are investigating Zhu Rong. The leader is called 016, who claims to be the captain under the command of the chief. We are just curious, how dare mortals investigate Vulcan —”

It wheezes intensified.

The inspector was silent, but the silence was heavy, and Flying Head Liaozi was about to speak incoherently: "We didn't see it on purpose..."

The inspector asked, "See what?"

Feitou Liaozi was sweating profusely on his temples: "I saw the fire... it burned all over the area. 016 was hit by Zhu Rong's tracking shells and called for help in the rain... but the communicator was no longer effective. Zhu Rong's chariot drove past and ran over His chest..."

Yu Cheng took off his glasses, wiped the water off his face, and didn't want to listen.

"He just died." Flying Head Liao burst into tears, "That's all we've seen, sir!"

By this time it was daylight.

Flying Head Liaozi is still crying: "We never spread rumors—"

"Boom!"

The sound of Feitou Liaozi stopped abruptly, and the surrounding heads fell into a strange dead silence, and **** brains splashed on the ground.

The inspector put away the gun: "Dispose of it."

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Su Heting gazed at the falcon, watching the tall buildings rising in the sunlight.

The punishment area during the day has a sense of desolation spread out in front of your eyes. There are no green plants or people in these steel jungles. The tallest building is more than 300 meters, and it looks like a tombstone after a long time, without any design.

"The building will be refreshed," Xiao Gu put on the children's sunglasses, "Anyway, except for people, everything here can be refreshed."

"You are not the only prisoner in the light track area," Su Heting said, "Where are the others?"

"It's everywhere," Xiao Gu stepped on the ground, signaling Su Heting to look down, "People are hiding in underground pipes like mice."

Su Heting lowered his head, feeling that the road was hot.

"Although the underground pipeline is safe, there is no food. We will regularly organize search teams to come up to find food. But there are too many people, and there are often people who are so hungry that they sneak up." Xiao Gu said, "It's funny, Even though it is an online world, we will still be hungry."

Su Heting asked: "Will the food be refreshed too?"

"Yes, but it's not fixed or regular, and we need to search. This is the reason why our team has been active on the ground for a long time." Xiao Gu raised his head again, looked at the sun, and said melancholy, "Oh, I'm getting older I don’t know how long I can live, maybe I’ll die someday, so just walk around now as exercise.”

Su Heting reminded him: "You are only 36."

In the prime of life.

"My body... I have been soaking in the nutrition tank of the farm for six years, and my limbs are probably shriveled." Xiao Gu waved to Su Heting and asked him to follow him, chatting casually, "You see, I am like a child now. That's the reason. There are so many old people and children here, it's all because the physical functions are deteriorating in reality, and there are not many who can fight."

Su Heting thought that when he beat Bi Fang, there were many old people among the crowd who were forced out by the cannon between the beaks. He stepped over the manhole cover: "So you were there when I closed the penalty area?"

"I'll do the math..." Xiao Gu knows what to say and what not to say, "It's said that you escaped from the big bang in 2004, and I didn't do it back then. .”

Su Heting's heart moved, and he asked, "Is this group of five newly established?"

"It's not new, it's been built for two years." Xiao Gu didn't continue talking, but changed the topic, "What does the anti-system survival look like?"

"It's older than here," Su Heting didn't like anything, compared the tall buildings on both sides, and then added, "It's worse than here."

"It's not too bad here," Xiao Gu walked in front of Su Heting, raised his hand, and pointed to Su Heting, "Did you see that over there? It's a land of gods and demons."

Demon land?

Su Heting looked over, but his sight was blocked by tall buildings.

"It's full of gaudy mechanical gods," Xiao Gu said, "sleeping during the day."

"What?" Su Heting narrowed his eyes, "Do they follow the mechanical **** to dance at night?"

Xiao Gu was amused by him: "Wandering around the edge of the city, killing everyone who crosses the line. I heard that through the land of gods and demons, at the end of the night there are countless huge Buddha statues hundreds of meters high. We call it For the 'end', that is the wall of this world."

This virtual world is so big, even if people are wandering mentally, they have not become free. Day and night are all within the thought of the main **** system, and food is obtained by refreshing. The iron jungle casts the fence of consciousness, and this is a distorted miniature society.

Su Heting thought.

The same goes for Anti-survival, the whole new world sucks.

"Who has been there?" He stared into the distance, "The end."

Xiao Gu said, "Sir."

"You are a five-member team." Su Heting looked away, put his pockets in his pockets, and said in a strange tone, "Why do you call him sir?"

"Who said we are a team of five? We have a lot of people," Xiao Gu said as he adjusted his children's sunglasses and looked at Su Heting. "The most amazing time was 300 teams!"

"Oh," Su Heting couldn't understand Xiao Gu's gaze, and asked bluntly, "Where are the others?"

The morning sun was uncannily hot, and the surroundings were quiet.

Xiao Gu said, "They're all dead."

The author has something to say:

① Flying head tusks: Heads with different faces, visible at night, good at flying, often caught for surveillance, very fond of light. Common chatterbox, likes to sing, likes to spy on people's privacy. ——"Punctual Sniper Strange Records"

①-1 The setting is inspired by "Youyang Zazu": In the streams of Lingnan, there are often people whose heads can fly, called Flying Head Liaozi. The day before the head was going to fly away, there was a mark on the neck, which looked like a red line around the neck. Wings will grow on its head, and it will look for crabs, earthworms and other things to eat in the mud on the river bank.